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Monster

Jack knew he had a problem. He was egotistical, brutal, and never backed down. Now this could be a good thing in the ring but he knew that it wasn't so good when he was actually trying to get someone's attention. He looked around the back catering area, looking over the little groups of people talking, Cena talking with Kofi and Dylan, Eve with Melina and Gail, Hunter and Shawn talking about who knew what, and there right in the middle was the one he had his eyes on. There talking with Cody and Mike was Evan Bourne. He smirked, looking over at the three talking happily. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. He knew he couldn't be so upfront with Evan, after all he was like a doe, a gentle creature that you had to handle with care. After all Evan wasn't fragile but he couldn't just tear into him like a wolf would.

Jack looked Evan up and down, taking in the street clothes and how the covered up so much of the younger man. He wasn't much younger, a few days shy of an entire year. He licked his lips, wanting to just run up and take the other man like a wild animal in the middle of the catering area. He didn't doubt that he could get Evan, it was just getting him willingly. He could force Evan into anything but he didn't want to. He actually wanted something more.

"He's staring at you again," Cody whispered to Evan, hoping the All-American American didn't see him peeking to see if he was still there every minute or so.

Evan shrugged. "Let him look," he murmured, leaning back on his chair and stretching his legs out in front of him. "That's all he's gonna do."

"Are you sure? He's a monster," Mike whispered, thinking back on all the times that Jack had nearly taken their heads off with his power bombs. "Evan, he's like Kane, if he wanted he could just over take you and do what he wanted."

Evan chuckled. "Kane is just a character Mike, Glenn's a sweetheart and you know that. Jack could be the same way," he retorted, smiling sweetly. "I could take him in a real fight anyway."

"I think he could rip your head off completely," Randy said, leaning over his team mate and butting into the conversation. "Ted said he needed some help with his gear."

Cody blushed lightly and excused himself from the table they were talking at.

Randy took his abandoned seat. "C'mon Evan, everyone knows that their just characters but him, I don't think it's just an act. He really is like a monster."

Evan shook his head, sighing at the other two. "You guys need lives. We're all different out of the ring then while we're in it. Look at Kofi, he finally got to drop the fake accent and be normal," he reminded the others. "Then he got to beat the hell out of your picture."

Randy groaned. "Don't remind me. I really wanted that car even if it was part of the script. It was really good, made me look even better."

"Randy you looked fat as hell on that hood, be happy he ruined it," Mike muttered, earning a shove from The Legend Killer.

"What? You did," Mike snapped, earning a few looks from around the room. He smiled before sitting back down and glaring at Randy. "Asshole."

"It's not my fault yours doesn't get any love," Randy retorted, tipping his chair back onto his back two legs with a defiant smile.

Mike only flushed. "It gets enough love!" he snapped.

"Ok kids," Evan said, trying hard not to bust into laughter. "Settle down."

"Like you would understand virgin boy," Mike murmured, earning a glare from the smaller man. "What? You haven't been here that long, there's no way someone has gotten a hold of you."

Evan shook his head. He promised Matt while they were in ECW that he wouldn't say anything since he didn't want Jeff to know. He smiled, he knew him and Matt were just a fling but they were a hot one. "From what you know I haven't had any."

"So you have?" Randy asked, snapping the legs back down on the concrete. "Who?"

Evan shook his head. "Unlike you two, I don't kiss and tell," he admitted, thinking back to Matt and their showers together. He had a thought, Jack had been there with them in ECW too, why was it that now he had this interest in him? Why after all this time?

"Don't be a girl, tell us," Mike egged on, trying to find out who had had Evan's little body. After all, Evan was the smallest one among them, other than Rey and they loved to pick on him.

"I'm not telling you," Evan said, crossing his arms and turning his head. "That's final."

"You suck," Randy said, leaning back moving his hands to cradle the back of his head. "You can't just tease us like that. For all we know you coulda got some from little Rainbow boy."

"Don't talk about Jeff like that," Mike growled, thinking of the man he had a crush on. "Just because he took some time off doesn't mean you can be mean."

Evan shook his head. Mike and Randy were like little kids, brothers to be exact. Both knew how to get on the others nerves and it was only a matter of time before the two were in an argument over the damndest of things. "You two," he sighed, sitting up in his chair and leaning back, loosing his footing and falling backwards.

Randy and Mike's eyes were the size of saucers as they watched Jack lift the back of Evan's chair back to sitting position after catching it in mid air.

Evan looked back, the blue eyes sparkling in the light. He smiled softly. "Thank you," he said, sitting straight in his chair.

Jack nodded, flashing a predatory grin before going back to his post in the doorway, this time focusing on something else so it didn't seem like he was stalking Evan like some sort of prey.

Evan looked back at the other two. "See," he whispered, blushing slightly.

"You're blushing!" Randy accused, gaining the attention of the others in the room. He looked at them. "What?" He snapped at the others and sat down. He never would admit it but he wasn't as bold as he was on TV. He looked at the other man sitting next to him and waited for Mike's reaction.

Mike shook his head. "Glad it's you and not me. I'd be afraid my ass would break if he went after mine," he said, resting his head on his hands on the table.

Evan rolled his eyes, peeking back at the man posted up by the door, his head turned in the opposite direction, beautiful blue eyes focused on something far off. He swallowed, the stern face sitting in its normal scowl, as his eyes moved lower he could see the muscle of the other man bulging through his black long sleeved shirt while his arms were crossed over his chest. Evan had to admit, Jack was definitely good looking.

"You're staring," Randy muttered, tapping on Evan's head lightly. "Evan!"

"What?" Evan asked suddenly, looking back to his group of friends. "I was not staring." He mumbled under his breath and pouted just slightly, just like Jeff had taught him to while they were touring together.

"You would learn how to pout like Jeff used to," Randy muttered, looking away, knowing that even Evan could get away with such things. "Man, I swear, you and Jeff just had to become such good friends while you were still in ECW."

"I love Jeff," Evan defended, giving Randy a dirty look. "He was pretty much my best friend, besides Kofi and Rey." He smiled, looking around the room. "Every one here is just so egotistical. I mean, I know you and Cena have to have them on screen but Raw just isn't like ECW, maybe it's because you guys are just bigger than we were."

"It just happens," Mike murmured, looking around the room, missing his best friend. "Smackdown is just as big, but it just seems friendlier. I mean, the guys here are cool, just, I miss the blue brand."

"Cena does too sometimes," Randy admitted, looking towards his lover. "But he stays here because if he got moved, touring would be insane and we'd never get to see each other." He smiled softly, turning back towards the others.

"He's staring again," Mike whispered, keeping his eyes focused on Evan and trying to keep his peripheral locked on Swagger.

"Like I told Cody, let him stare. I'm going to get ready for my match later," he said, getting up and walking towards Jack, He offered a small smile and walked past. He smiled to himself when he felt eyes on his back and ass. He didn't like to be a tease but if Jack wasn't going to just come out and say that he wanted him, he wasn't going to just fall into his lap.

Jack watched Evan walk past with a smile, looking the back half of him over. He smirked, thinking Evan had a tight ass. He looked back towards the others before walking over to soda machine and getting a bottle of water. He opened it and took a drink, sending a look to the two still sitting at the table, watching him like a hawk. He walked back to his spot and decided that he needed to find Evan before they went out into the ring together.

Evan could hear the footsteps following him but he ignored them. If Jack really wanted a piece of him he wouldn't back down. He smiled, thinking of what the others said. If Jack was a monster in the ring, what could he be like in bed? He started to flush and he directed his mind on something else.

Jack followed Evan right into his locker room. He slammed the door shut and locked it. It was now or never and he was going to have little Evan Bourne.

Evan didn't turn around nor did he even flinch when the door was slammed. "I was thinking a little while ago about you," he admitted, turning to face Jack. He crossed his arms and smiled. "You never acted like this back in ECW so why now?"

Jack looked Evan up and down, his mind and lower extremity telling him to avoid the talk and just rip Evan's clothes off and do what he wanted with him. He mulled over the question before actually speaking. "You were with Hardy," he whispered, walking closer to Evan. He brushed the back of his hand against Evan's smooth cheek. "It's not fun to take something that belongs to someone else, it creates too much hassle."

"Really?" Evan asked, pulling away and pulling his shirt off. "So you want me now because I'm not with Matt?"

Jack shook his head.

Evan crossed his arms over his chest again and looked Jack up and down. "Then why?"

"Because you'd be a nice trophy for my collection."

Rolling his eyes, Evan turned and began rummaging through his duffel bag, which coincidently was right next to him on the little bench against the wall. "You really are some kind of monster," he growled, mentally slapping himself for even giving Jack the benefit of the doubt that it was just an act. "Get the hell out."

"Why should I when I could just rip your clothes off and do what ever I wanted to you?" he asked, walking calmly over to Evan and turning him around before slamming him up against the wall, their noses touching.

Evan was surprisingly calm. "Because you want to enjoy it and if I scream and kick, there's no way you'll like it," he reasoned, allowing Jack to hold his hands above his head. "Am I wrong?"

"You're too cocky," Jack growled, letting Evan go. "Just like Hardy's brother."

"I learned from the best."

Jack smirked before starting to laugh. "Then hopefully your just as good in bed as he is," he said, before walking over the door and unlocking it and leaving.

Evan looked perplexed as he watched Jack leave. What did he mean? Jeff wouldn't have slept with Jack. He couldn't, Jeff told him everything and nothing like that had ever come up. He snatched up his phone from his bag and dialed the other man's number. "Jeff?" he asked as soon as he heard the other man's voice.

"Yeah?"

"You have to tell me the truth when I ask you this ok?"

Jeff's voice got a little shaky, like he was afraid of what Evan was going to ask. "Shoot."

"Did you sleep with Jack?" Evan asked boldly, afraid of the answer. "Please Jeff, tell me."

There was a silent pause. "Y-yeah once or twice…"

Evan's heart was beating rapidly as he sat down and bit his lower lip. He was troubled with telling Jeff what was going on. He didn't want Jeff to be worried for no reason but he didn't want Jeff to get angry either.

"He wants you doesn't he?"

Evan sighed, knowing that it was enough to answer Jeff's question.

"Listen to me Evan. You have to stay away from him. I know everyone else says he's a monster but they don't know. They don't know what he's like when he's alone with someone."

Evan nodded. "I'll be ok, I have Kofi and all them still," he whispered, slouching forward. "I better go, I have a match in a few and I'm not dressed yet."

"Evan, I'm not playing, be careful!"

"I know. I will. I'll talk to you later."

"You too."

Evan hung up, leaning back against the wall and sighed. He didn't know what he was going to do. He got up and finished pulling his street clothes off and started dressing. He had just finished putting on the finishing touches when there was a knock on the door. He walked over to it and opened it. His sighed, feeling the tension start to ease out of him. "Kofi," he whispered, holding the door open and walking to the bench.

"I heard about Jack," Kofi said, sitting next to Evan with a sympathetic smile.

"Yeah," he answered, closing his eyes and leaning back. "You think he's serious?"

Kofi shrugged. "Depends on how badly he wants you. I mean look at Mike. That went on just for a few episodes, like with Eve. It wasn't a lasting obsession."

"I hope so," Evan whispered, opening his eyes and standing, well I better get out there. I'm sure Jack's already waiting for our match."

Kofi nodded, wishing Evan luck in his head. He knew he would need it.

Evan walked out, throwing up his peace sign as he went down the ring. He got in and waited, his heart racing when he looked up to see Jack standing there when his music started. He looked the other man up and down, trying to ignore his body and how it was telling him how attractive Jack was. "No," he whispered, watching the other man pound his chest before doing push ups.

Jack looked up at Evan with a devious smirk. Just you wait he thought, getting into the ring. "Ready?" he asked, waiting to hear the bell before he wrapped his arms around Evan's small body. "You feel good already."

Evan yanked away, trying hard to ignore the words that were coming from Jack's lips. "Just shut up!" he snapped, knocking Jack to the canvas. He huffed, getting up to the top rope as fast as he could. He smiled at the crowd, jumping and doing his Shooting Star Press. He held up the leg of Jack Swagger for one.. two….

Jack kicked out, smiling at the other man. "You're too cute," he scoffed, getting up and hitting Evan right in the mouth with his foot, knocking him a bit silly. He bent down and picked Evan up. "Maybe, you'll rethink what I said," he whispered, throwing Evan down from his gut-wrenching power bomb. He smiled looking down at Evan's glazed look. "I'll be waiting." He held up his hands before getting out of the ring and going backstage. He'd have that little body if it killed him.

(A/N): Yeah, another story. Sorry guys, it seems like I'm just not getting any closer to writing anymore in the others. There are reasons but I rather not talk about them because they just make me even more angry than when it happened. Either way, this is going to be a long one. I probably won't be working on it much until I at least get one of the other two finished. And I do apologize for the wait on the others, especially Cure My Tragedy (A Letter To God), I just haven't have the energy to write it. The fic title is Angel's Tale by Hyde, and the Chapter title is Monster by Skillet. Hope you guys like it.

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